Maladies To Be Cured lyrics

Sins of the flesh are nothing They are maladies to be cured Sins of the soul alone are shameful All our sanities are obscured The great things of life Are what they seem to be Loathsome to interpret They reveal nothing Little things of life are symbols By which we receive our bitter lessons In prisons In lives Which hold no event but sorrow Time is measured by throbs of pain Between myself and the memory of joy There lies a gulf No less deep than that between myself And the bliss in existence I stand on holy grounds of sorrow I search my fate in mires Wisdom is profitless Philosophy barren Consolations are dust And ashes in my mouth Into harmony with the wounded Broken, great heart of the world!